Kinsley’s POV

My father is a wise Alpha when it comes to battle.

I sit back in my little cage, rocking on the bars that make up the floor of my kennel. I can’t help but imagine what kind of father builds something like this for his daughter. And it was built for me, too. My name was etched into the bars by my own fingernails.

I have been in this predicament before.

The only difference now is that he isn’t rushing off to give me to Ace. He has wasted days and ...